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Yes, Her I will marry
Cherry lips, with tastes of berry,
Tight hips, with twists so merry,
Beauty so deep, points more than Perry,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
Skin softer than the softness of silk,
Body whiter than the whiteness of milk,
Fragrance sweeter than sweetness of Potpurri,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
Hair lengthy, with the blackness of soot,
Voice deep, with the likeness of meerkat,
Walks lovely, swaying in her fancy stilettos,
Hungry for the lines, Yes, her I will marry.
And now I see with eyes serene,
And dream big with glances extreme,
If only we forever remained the same,
To the end of us all, to the start of us all.
Poem By Hudhaifah Siyad
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Completion in complexity
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad
The sway of art in glides of gold,
Fingers glued to downs defined
Drawings of one told as toned.
With whipped whites of skin tendered,
Flaked wild with wonders of eye edits,
Fine lined in fantasies of pure baths,
Drawings of one told as treasured.
Of completion in complexity of all gazes,
Of sways to sides wide and to rhythms.
Of structure tall and touched in fines,
Outbursted all in pageants of dimes,
Drawings of one told as defined.
Today is then that I shall say loudest,
Beautifully baked for hearts brightest.
Today is then that I shall against all odds,
Say that love is me who is sickest in odds.
Today is then that I shall walk fanciest,
Side by side with grips strongest.
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Dear LOVE
2 am, its in the middle of the night,
Pen shaking, I want to write,
Scribble down something slight,
Bout love, bout me, bout tears I dislike.
Dear love, a time I remember,
Along the way being a loner,
Searching for a soul, a partner,
Someone, a family, an armor.
My words, I still recall,
"I love you with my innermost all"
Dear love, when for you I did fall,
Knew it, wasn't alone left to crawl.
Made pure, mine all intact,
Miles away, mine all back
Dear love, mine all loving,
To the end, mine all caring.
Dear love, for years scolding,
Me a poet, for years neglecting,
No hating, such a darling,
God sent, to Him always praying.
My letter now finalizing,
Sincerely to you appreciating,
Faithfully for all seasons coming,
Promising to love you darling
By @Hudhaifah Siyad
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The Seer, Not The Perciever
Poem By Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
The strides wide with determination,
Through ups and downs of the day’s admiration,
A life of bliss and diss with undefined procrastination,
Gone wide and wild with the days’ words of deception,
Of emancipation from defined virtues of misconception.
There is you that walks and seems to like not,
The strides and steps aside, in determination,
The full-on health with skins tendered in motion,
Indescribable beauty that sees not the perfection,
There is you with the origins of declining lot,
Smiling with pride in the thickest of days’ guilt
The unlucky in all; in the redemption of the world,
Undeniably determined but sees not the imperfections.
Happiness is in the undocumented form of emotions,
Purest in the forms bred and nurtured in creations,
The you that perceives to see the good in all,
Is not the you that sees the good in all,
Written on: 3rd Sept 2019
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Haha'd by Twos and Threes
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
What are the remnants of today’s despair?
The unbearable sadness wickedly with intent,
The without pivoting to the realness of in it the context.
Seeming not what is envisioned to be the dispatched,
Developments of self – suckling on to be the for all.
What is of the uniqueness in support,
Through twos and threes and anchored in untested,
The appointments pivoting to the promises blanketed,
Stringing all along for the satisfaction and thrill of self-boost,
In riches and in ego from the to be for all.
What is of the realizations from the day’s count,
The rehabilitation of promises designed to lure through attention,
The today in half term that we still be non-committal and undeterred,
The blockbusting through town classed and egoed,
For them twos and threes inked in greed.
What is the word for tomorrow’s count,
Ghosting through all for the non-assertion of terms following,
The rejections of appointments through creeds and cultures.
For this level of leverage and compensation,
In brotherhood to parties different,
Haha’d by two and threes,
For same woes,
Bad leaders.
Disclaimer:
This is purely for entertainment purposes, and not in any way approved to be used for any other purposes other than for the intended!
Written on: 4th September 2019.
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TO THE SCATTER
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
Someone there is at it,
That likes the very bit,
Scorning all for flattery
Or as is at, for some treat,
To the very end of the initial start.
Something there is that shows,
Outgrown and visible on no hearts,
Flattery like, mouthing out for bites,
Or as it be, for same reasons as hers,
To the very start of the initial end.
Reflections of all are mirrored in self,
And disregards made of things alike,
The deception of being one rejected,
Or as is at, the colossal blunder.
Of lies told, to the scatter.
Truthful be to the trust of time,
Truest be to the trust of one,
In expressions and in tone.
Written on: 24th Nov. 2019
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US FALLEN IS US ON WAIT
Poem by Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
We have to the end of life tipped on toes,
Edged loose to a pit of posed depth.
Goes us that of fear froze to death,
Knowing not that is left of those,
Edged back on plains of glows.
Goes us that leapt but survived on throws,
On undefined found in depth of hopes,
And knowing not that is besides of,
Them fallen, deeper into lower of.
Posed on the remains of them gone,
Lowered to levels from all hidden,
The nastiest of us dancing pairs,
Realize not the leaps taken,
From there edges broken.
We are to the beginning of life for a cycle,
Glued tighter to a look at them high above,
Waits for falls of all posed on edges gone,
Knowing not that us fallen is us on wait,
The fallen, earlier into lower of them.
Written: 4th April 2020
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A SHINE OF NO CHOICE
Poem By Hudhaifah Siyad Mohamed
May yours not be like a story of mine,
Of unkind fetishes on skeletons of time,
Pure on passion regardless the times fallen,
Deep into unending pits of sad tears sunken,
May the path of yours be free from stories gone,
Ones through speakers of motivations cry into souls,
About their successes after missteps from paths dusted,
Not more than their days of speech therapy is heard loud.
May yours be free from the bites and misfortunes,
Of laughters and smiles from faked notes of distortions,
May you free yourself from chains of friendships of various,
The cheeky, the troublesome and the gazes with ill mentions.
May you happen to be the take of future,
Inclined to the stories of good that mature,
May you be free from the troubles of us all,
And be exampled to be on own path and nurtured,
May yours not be a story like mine,
By contentment to a shine of no choice.
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